A/N Ahh! First House of Anubis fanfiction!
Jerome felt all wrong.
It was like the time he ate buckets of creamed carrot. There was a foul feeling in his stomach, and his heart was beating fast. The only way he could describe this feeling was to use the cliche of butterflies, which made Jerome cringe. It felt like a million of those wild moths were inside of him, flapping their wings helplessly trying to get out. Jerome felt sick and embarrassed and utterly stupid. They wouldn't go away!
Had he ever felt this way about Mara? Sure, she was beautiful. The way her shiny black hair framed her cocoa skin. He loved Mara, he enjoyed spending time with her, and it had taken him this long to finally make her his...
Jerome shook his head angrily. Stop it. You love Mara. Mara is everything you've ever wanted. She's smart, beautiful, funny. Remember how she helped you find your dad? How could you dare let that girl go?
Jerome sat up. Was he really thinking of letting Mara go?
No, of course not! Mara was the one for him, detention had just been a silly thing. It was friendship. The only thing between him and Willow was friendship.
Willow. Never had Jerome met such a rare breed. Willow was clever, and sweet, and honest. She was crazy, but in a pure way. In a loveable way. Plus, Willow was wise. When he was with her, in that costume closet, he didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed. He felt free. It was hard to admit just how much fun he had with Willow. He loved dressing up, being goofy, and not caring what anyone thought. Willow wasn't there to judge. In fact, Willow wasn't even a judgmental person at all. He wondered, if Willow was mad at him like Mara had been, would Willow give him the silent treatment? Or would they sit down, and talk it out like civilized people? Would Willow ever become part of some silly sisterhood against guys?
No. Willow wouldn't."Aw, could you never be a queen to a king with squished hair?""Well, if it was your squished hair, I think I could deal with it."Jerome kept flashing back to that moment. How honest Willow was. Willow didn't care if Jerome had squished hair. Willow liked Jerome for who he was. It was easy with Willow, pure fun. With Mara, it wasn't like that. Willow almost balanced Jerome out, calming him down when Jerome was angry or in a pickle.
Plus, Willow's eyes sparkled. Jerome cursed himself for saying that out loud to Alfie, and later cursed himself for letting Mara hear it.
Willow's eyes were so pretty and green, and her curly red hair looked so soft up close. The weird thing was, Jerome never even noticed Willow's beauty until that day. It had always been there, Jerome just hadn't been in the right mind to see looked at the clock, it was 11:30 and he had a test , he couldn't wait to go back to the costume closet and see Willow.
Sorry for the drabble, I'm just crazy about this pairing. If you ship it, tell me. I wanted this fic to sort of explain why I ship them. Jerome is so carefree with Willow and he just isn't with Mara. Willow and Jerome balance each other out. Willow is calm and caring and non judgemental and Jerome is a bit self concious and misunderstood and Willow gets that.
I sense a new OTP.
